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"How on earth did you even know where I was," He grits, dragging me out.
"That doesn't matter. What's this about you trying to send me away!"
"I asked if you wanted to go. You said yes. I'm not sending you away."
"Still,"
"No!" He growls. "You said you were going to leave. That you wanted to leave! So why are you upset!"
"Because you're supposed to love me! Not leave me again!"
He stops, right in front of the ballroom.
"You're so confusing! You don't even love me!"
"Of course I love you, but you're a psychopath!"
He frowns. "Of course I am! My name is Scar. I have two different color eyes. I have a scar on my eye. I'm a classic villain!"
"You're also an asshole!" I shout.
"Then just leave!"
"You're such a jerk, Scar!"
He rolls his eyes. "I don't have time for your drama. If I did, I would've married you!"
"Yeah, you should've!"
He paused, looking away. "Well I didn't. I didn't do a lot of things. And that's why you're leaving."
"I'm leaving because you're pushing me away."
He frowned. "No. You told me you wanted to be free. This is what you wanted. I'm giving you what you asked for!"
"Well you know that a stupid thing to do!"
He throws his hands up in defeat.
"What do you want, huh?"
"I just! I just!"
"Because when I tell you what to do, you hate me. And when I let you choose, you seem to hate me."
I frown. "I don't hate you! I just don't like you! "
He rolls his eyes. "I'm done with you and your drama! You don't know what you want! So get on the f*****g jet, Maureen!"
I breathe lightly. "How dare you curse at me! I am your wife! I am eleven months pregnant with your child!"
"No you're not and that's not even physically possible!"
I scoff. Turning away. "You know what! This is it! I'm getting a divorce!"
"We're not married...in the United States."
I'm not even gonna ask.
He pulls me back. "Don't walk away from me!"
"Oh I'm getting on the Jet. You want me to get on the jet don't you, Scar."
"Yeah," He whispers, "I want you to get on the jet. And go somewhere that isn't here."
I nod. "Then I'm gonna go. And I'm gonna get on the Jet, Scar. And I'm never coming back."
"Good. Good do that."
"You have to me let go first."
He looks down at our joined hands.
"I wasn't home. You could've left. You came after me. I don't make you happy. That's what you said! You wanted freedom, away from me! Remember!"
I remember. I remember. I just...didn't expect he'd let me go.
We did he let me go! He always lets me go.
"I just..."
"Y'know what? You know what Maureen, I can't with you. I try my best with you, and I do what I think will make you happy. But I'm always wrong!"
I look away. "It's not my fault, you're wrong!"
"I know it's my fault! Everything is my fault. And I'm never good enough for you. I'm aware I'm not good enough for you!"
He frowns, letting go of my hand.
"Who said you could let go of my hand?"
"God Maureen!"
I sigh, looking down. "Whatever. I'm gonna go to... Monte Carlo, and meet some hot guy and I'm gonna marry him. Not you."
"Okay." He whispers.
"Yeah. And we'll have babies. Not your babies either. A mix between black and whatever people from Monte Carlo are!"
"Italian," He whispers with a small smile.
"Oh, well. There! The cutest of mixed babies!"
"Okay." He whispers.
He turned around. He turned his back on me. I take his hand.
"Hey! Hey, look at me!"
He doesn't. "Look at me, Scar!" I whine.
"No, I'm not looking at you."
"Look at me!"
"No," he closes his eyes., shouting.
"Please?" I whisper.
He turns around, frowning. "What? Aren't you going to leave me? Aren't you going marry someone in Monte Carlo?"
"No. I mean yes. And he'll be hot."
Scar smiles smally: "Okay. Bye, Maureen."
"Bye!" I walk away.
He watches me. I walk slower. And a little slower.
Then I stop. "Okay," I look down. "I'm leaving!"
"Alright."
My eyes burn. Why won't he just do the right thing for once and tell me he won't let me leave!
And then I feel it. His hand on my wrists.
He pulls me into his arms. "You're infuriating. And I'm sick of playing your games."
I nod, as he bends down. "And it's impossible to be eleven months pregnant no doctor would allow to that pregnancy to go that far into term."
I chuckle. He bends down further.
"You're a disillusioned, crazy—"
I look away.
"And I love you." He whispers.
I sigh. He bends down further, his lips touching mine.
"Are you still leaving?" He whispers.
I shake my head. "I'm gonna stay with you."
"You're gonna stay with me?" He whispered against my lips."
"Yeah."
"Yeah?" He smiles.
"Mh."
"So you're gonna...you're gonna come home? And we're gonna be together?" He whispered.
"Yeah."
"Okay. Okay. Let's go home baby."
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